I, too, am lost
but without you,
it hurts even
to breathe.

Hope fades as he wanders through the trees,
rains trickles down from the branches.
The storm has passed and the fog has risen.
Now everything is clear
And nothing is the way it was.

Do these waters inside move like tides in the ocean?
Constantly pushing, pulling with the moon;
Does it rise? Does it fall? Does it matter where I crawl?
Something strange, strong answers beyond the commune.

how beautiful
it is to be alone,
on my own,
for i am
complete, wonderful
and without a need
to be loved
by anyone else
because this Light
remains real
especially without you
and your attention;
this is not bitterness,
old friend, it is grattitude
for leaving
and letting go
has been more than
I would have ever planned,
so, let the winds blow you
away, away, away
and the rains
drop, drop, drop
that will lead you
far from me
from us
from those you left
left behind